Here’s the thing: I can’t post my usual “Nobody Gets Email” this weekend. The truth is, like everyone else, I want to cry…and tears won’t come…just a pushing behind my temples, a slow fog hangs over my chest, and like every single person that has ever watched their most darling of little children go into a school before they can barely tie their own shoelaces…..we all remember our children at that age…and today was hard to bear with this latest shooting.

I called my son tonight, even though he is 32, in my mind, he was in kindergarten again. Chasing lizards. Walking into the school bravely trying to hold his own fears. I had the overwhelming need just to tell him how MUCH I love him.

In my mind, I was being allowed to here the sound of my son, his voice, his laugh…the things we always take for granted, and today everyone was hit in the face with “But for the Grace of God” it could happen anytime, to anyone.

He told me his best friend’s daughter was born today.
“Does she LOOK like him? ” I laughed with a tease.

But no, he hadn’t heard of any of this…he had gone to work (they have no TV’s there) and came home and went to sleep. “What happened?” he asked.

He was spared the agony of the day, and for that I was thankful. We talked of the usual: bills, pets, Duck Dynasty…Christmas plans. And just the sound of his voice sent pain through my soul.

He was alive, but somewhere mangled and bloody, and lying on a cold floor, are little children…who died a horrible death, because some twisted, and angry soul took out his rage on their innocent little bodies. And tonight there are parents who have to go identify the body of the most precious thing they’ve ever held dear…and see the carnage where they were NOT there to protect them. And they will blame themselves…and hate God, and want to die, and all the other things that go with despair.

So, I think I’m going to take the weekend off…posting anything at the moment is just…almost to me, idiotic. Politics would just dirty the page.

Tomorrow I think I’ll buy myself a bottle of something, mourn, (I only drink on certain occations, and I never look for them.) —and then go on. Nobody suggestsit a good idea, and I’ll be back certainly…Sunday or Monday.

Like this:

Nobody Knows

While there is no one in the world that can imagine a man taking the lives of innocent little children, for this horrible event to happen, on this day so near the end of the year, we all all put in shock and double agony.

Because, as we watched a ‘crying’ President use this opportunity to remark on the event…..we know from past events that he will use this event to further his agenda of gun control.

For BEFORE this event, we had on the plate of events; A secretary of state who was called before Congress to testify in the biggest scandal since Watergate, decide she didn’t have to: a President willing to take the country into a deep depression for the sake of his own Marxist agenda: A President sending troops into another country–Turkey, expanding our involment in another ground war in the Middle East: a President mad about his favorite pick for Secretary of State being trumped by Congress, only to be replaced by other narfarious politicians like John Kerry, or Colin Powell: and a President asking for $60 billion to help out the victims of Sandy, only to pack it with millions of personal projects like fixing the sand dunes by the Kennedy Space Center.

This crisis, on a Friday afternoon, couldn’t have come at a more opportune time for the Prisident.

So: to make the day even sader, not only has the earth been robbed of innocent lives…we have a corrupt admininstration that will use this horrible event for it’s takeover of our right to bear arms…and he will do it “For the Children.”

Watch: For the executive order.

That’s why we saw his tears. (Although, while he kept wiping his eyes, I couldn’t see any.)

Am I cynical? You bet.

And so, we all pray for the parents, and kids who have to live with this nightmare the rest of their lives.

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About

I am a nobody. If the different classes of America were color-coded, I would be in the yucky brown, one rung up from the bottom. I grew up in Naples, Florida and live near the Mississippi River now with my husband and two dogs. I am part of the slowly disappearing middle-class. I was a musician most of my life: drummer/singer/keyboards—but I retired before the plastic surgery flu hit. I have no degrees, which could be a good thing…depending on how you view our educational system. I do have three patents…but that really doesn’t make me a somebody. The one thing that is constant in my life is my OPINIONS, which i have more than perhaps even Carl Sagan could have imagined…mostly political. (yes…my ancestors were crabby buggers)

Hopefully other nobody’s will put their opinions on my site. But, if you happen to be a somebody, you’re more than welcomed to help out.